Fruitless soil cannot save us. Time is mist. The Gardener kneels in mercy, digging deep, calling us to repent, to abide, to bear fruit. The cross has broken the ground—life is planted. The question is not if Christ is working, but if you will yield before the ax is laid to the root.

Some people treat gas stations like church. Stop in. Top off. Move on. If it’s been a rough week, maybe swing by twice. But the goal is always the same—get what you need and get back on the road.